I closed the door quietly behind me as I entered the house, feeling a little guilty and figuring Linda would be pissed I was so late for dinner. After an afternoon of golf, my buddies and I had stopped at a bar, and it was almost eight by the time I'd pulled into the driveway. Linda wasn't anywhere downstairs, and in the kitchen I saw no evidence that a di...
AUTHORS NOTES and DISCLAIMER: All works are drawn from my own experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of the author. Names have been changed to protect the parties involved and any resemblances to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. Read this story at your own risk. The subject material is of a sexually explicit nat...
All characters in this story are over 18 years. Chapter Three. Over the next few months Leona picked up several men at local pubs and bars. Alcohol and random sex encounters became easy escapes in trying to obliterate what she felt was the emptiness in her life. But on one occasion she happened to meet up with a slightly older woman. They happened to be s...
Disclaimer: I do not own Modern Family and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. **** "Finally, I thought they'd never leave." Haley sighed as she watched their parent's car disappear around the corner. "That's gratitude for you." Alex quipped, turning around and heading into her new...
I had acknowledged your ownership of my cock and balls and awaited, with the wonderful combination of hope and fear that only submissives know, the ways you would use me. "I'll be right back," you said as you left the room but quickly returned with a piece of luggage somewhere in size between a gym bag and a regular suitcase. You swung it on one of the beds...
It's never enough, is it? What we have is never enough; we always want more. I dust the flour from my hands as I think about the way my life is going. Married, though the question of happiness is still way up in the air, with children, and wanting to break free of the restraints that bind me. Wanting to soar, and to explore the self I am trying to keep hidde...
Neon signs in the middle of day. Now the glass-tube truth. A bunch of wires. Tired tape. Common, urban dirt. One of the signs went "XXX!!!". Another one, "Toys Here for Sale!" The building was a simple plywood box. Some architect's version to the plain paper bag. In a car parked across the street, a woman turned to a man and asked, 'That's it?' 'That is t...
Author's notes: This story jumps the shark a bit and makes reference to technology that is more fantasy than science fiction in nature. A word of warning... a bit of gender bending is involved. This was based in part off from a dream I had. It is unlikely that a sequel will be in the works. This was kind of a one-time thing... nothing more. **************...
It's always difficult to predict what I'll come home to. My girlfriend can be all sweetness and light. Or wickedness reigns. I've learnt to roll with it. Last night I got back and the house was empty. I took my shoes off, made myself a sandwich, grabbed a beer and sat down at the table to wind down from a hot, sticky day and a stressful commute. I heard t...
"Get you clothes off." A throaty whisper, no louder than it ever needs to be. She wants to be desirable, needs to be. In yielding she becomes so. Fingers dance along clasps and zippers. There is the sound of cloth departing skin to lie discarded on the floor. She kneels naked. Legs parted, hands on thighs, chin higher than it should be. Her breath ragged, e...